Page 12 of Dirty Secret

She slipped into the stool next to me, waiting for me to crumble. The glare of the counter and white cabinets of the room was like a harsh spotlight. I felt grimy, unworthy of being anywhere near this woman.

"Mmm. I love snickerdoodles. They are a total weakness of mine," Heidi said with her mouth full of cock, uh, I mean cookie.

I turned my attention away from her moaning mouth and stared at my plate. This was punishment, and I deserved every single second of it. If she had a whip, I would bare my back because I was a lying, thieving jerk.

Crap. Now I was picturing her in some leather outfit with a whip in her hand. Now I'll be hard as the police haul me off.

I shoved the cookie into my mouth and hoped it would disintegrate like desert sand, dry and tasteless.

"Damn it," I said.

"Was it not good? I was afraid they might be too dry when some crumbled apart." Heidi placed her hand on my shoulder.

I laughed. Was it not good, she asked, as if completely ignorant to what she was doing to me.

"No, it's not," I said as a small wrinkle deepened between her brow. "It was delicious. The best snickerdoodle I've ever had. And trust me when I say this isn't easy to admit, but I think it might be better than my mom's."

Her hand was still on my shoulder but desire to leave was palpable. The cookies and her touch were making it harder to focus on why I shouldn't be here to begin with.

"I remembered why I came up here. I have to run home because I forgot my wrench."

I needed a walk. Something to clear my head and figure out a way to tell Heidi that won't ruin my life.

"Don't worry about that. I got a complete set of tools. What happened last week made me realize I need to learn to do some fix-it jobs around the house myself. So, I went and bought a tool kit. Hold on, I'll get it."

The tension in the room and my body left with Heidi. I stared at the remaining cookies on the plate as a war battled inside me. I had to get away from Heidi. Give myself time to think. Mostly, to calm my cock down—he's too overwhelmed by this whole situation.

I'll leave now, not wait for her to return. It's rude to go without telling her, though, but I can't pretend everything was fine when it wasn't. The longer I was in her presence, the longer the facade remained because maybe I didn't have the strength to tell her the truth.

She deserved the truth. Heidi needed a plumber that charged her a reasonable rate. That's what I'll do when I get home, find someone to replace me. As much as I could use the money, it wasn't worth hurting Heidi.

I hopped off the stool and almost made it to the entryway of the kitchen when my fantasy materialized right in front of my eyes, effectively stopping me in my tracks.

Heidi stood there with a large wrench in her hand, leaning against the doorframe. Her shirt had hiked up to show a swath of skin on her tight, lickable stomach.

The cookies were nothing compared to this vision.

"Got it. Let's get to work." Her lip ticked up.

I had to tell Heidi no. I had to go home and find another plumber for her. But I didn't do that. Instead, I nodded and followed her down into the basement, to my obvious doom.

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